Goodbye 12, Goodbye 13, Hello Love.
Nothing much has changed since I've hit the big 2-1. In fact part of me feels more self-conscious, more gawky and more immature than ever.
My room is a testament to that. Some things never change. It gets from immaculately spotless to a deadly warzone in a matter of hours. I don't even know how I survive my own health hazard.
My tummy starts turning on itself after the slightest amount of alcohol. Something is seriously wrong there. Maybe the only thing pointing towards signs of aging. Shock. Horror.
Funny thing, after having had a long, endearing and rather silly conversation with my younger teenage cousin on the do's and dont's of good conversation and social skills, I realise that I wasn't in much of a position to do so myself.
As my favourite musical puts it perfectly, its that time in your life when you're...
too young to take over
too old to ignore.
goodbye 12, goodbye 13, hello love.
Only thing, I'm supposed to be way past adolesence.
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Welcome to da club. ;)
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